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Chapter 131 Chu Xinghe Crushes Thunder Academy
Inside the Grand Arena, five giant arenas opened simultaneously, and the audience erupted in deafening cheers.
On the central arena, the Royal Fighting Team 2 and Thunder Academy faced off in formation.
Although matches were also taking place on the other four arenas at the same time, the vast majority of the audience's attention was focused on arena number one.
Having learned from Shrek Academy's experience yesterday, the Thunder Academy team members were noticeably more cautious, standing close together with serious expressions.
"You are Chu Xinghe?" Yu Tianxin crossed her arms, her eyes flashing with caution. "I heard you beat Yu Tianheng so badly that he couldn't fight back at all."
He deliberately raised his voice so that the entire audience could hear him, "I want to see just how much this so-called 'Heavenly Blade' really weighs."
Chu Xinghe stood calmly at the front of the line, a faint smile playing on his lips: "Didn't Yu Tianheng tell you?"
He shook his head slightly. "It seems that your Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family isn't so united after all."
Yu Tianxin's face instantly darkened. The Thunder Academy team members behind him tensed up involuntarily, one of them muttering, "Captain, be careful, this kid is not simple..."
"Shut up!" Yu Tianxin shouted sharply, then turned to Chu Xinghe, "Stop trying to sow discord here. Today I'll show you what a real Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex is!"
Standing behind Chu Xinghe, Xue Shan couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Another arrogant guy."
He turned to Bai Li and whispered, "How many moves do you think the captain will use this time?"
Bai Li gently shook her head: "I bet it will be within three moves."
"That's too conservative," Ning Rongrong interjected. "I'll bet on one move to decide the outcome."
Their conversation was clearly heard by everyone at Thunder Academy.
A member of the Thunder Academy team had cold sweat on his forehead, and his clenched fist was trembling slightly.
Yu Tianxin stared intently at Chu Xinghe, her eyes burning with fighting spirit: "I hope your strength matches your arrogance."
Chu Xinghe remained calm: "Are you finished?"
He turned to the referee. "Can we begin?"
The referee was taken aback by the sudden question, but quickly recovered and said, "Both sides, get ready!"
Yu Tianxin snorted coldly and assumed a fighting stance.
He secretly vowed to make this arrogant brat pay the price.
Chu Xinghe simply stood there casually, as if his opponent was not worth taking seriously at all.
...
"The match begins, unleash your martial spirits!" As soon as the referee's voice fell, dazzling lightning erupted from the seven members of Thunder Academy.
Yu Tianxin, his body crackling with blue electric arcs, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit, declared: "Chu Xinghe, today I'll show you the true power of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex! In this battle, I will let everyone know that I am the strongest heir of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family!"
Chu Xinghe remained calm and turned to Ning Rongrong: "Rongrong, increase the power."
Ning Rongrong's lips curled slightly as the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda spun in her palm: "The nine treasures have names: First, Strength! Second, Speed!"
Two beams of colored light landed precisely on Chu Xinghe.
"Hmph, putting on airs!" Yu Tianxin roared, "Thunder Academy, form ranks!"
The seven quickly formed a triangular formation, with two defensive-type Soul Masters in front and Lei Tian, the Thunder Spider Soul Master, in the middle to provide support.
A blazing orange-red light shot into the sky, and Chu Xinghe instantly possessed the Tyrannosaurus Beast.
Without any hesitation, his fourth spirit ring lit up: "Exploding Dragon Breath!"
"Watch out!" Lei Tian shouted, hurriedly releasing his lightning spider web in an attempt to block it.
However, the blazing dragon breath swept across the entire arena like a raging torrent, and the lightning spider web was instantly reduced to ashes.
Yu Tianxin gritted her teeth and endured the attack, as blue lightning clashed fiercely with the flames: "Blue Lightning Divine Dragon Swift!"
He unleashed his strongest fourth soul skill, briefly unleashing power close to that of a Soul King, and with the assistance of his teammates, he barely managed to withstand Chu Xinghe's explosive dragon breath.
But Chu Xinghe had already flashed in front of him like a ghost, and his Crimson Flame Dragon Claw slammed down on his head.
"Bang!" Yu Tianxin flew out of the arena like a kite with a broken string and crashed heavily outside the arena.
"Captain!" Lei Dong exclaimed, immediately transforming into a thunder eagle and swooping down.
Chu Xinghe didn't even turn his head, and with a backhand, he unleashed a small flame that accurately struck Lei Dong in the air.
Before the remaining team members could react, they were successively defeated.
The whole process took no more than ten seconds, and all seven members of Thunder Academy had fallen to the ground.
The referee blew the whistle: "Match over, Royal Fighting Team 2 wins!"
The Thunder Academy students lay sprawled on the edge of the arena, while Yu Tianxin knelt on the ground, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, her eyes filled with resentment and shock.
Chu Xinghe withdrew his martial spirit, turned and left without uttering a word.
Yu Tianxin stared intently at Chu Xinghe's retreating figure, her fist slamming heavily onto the ground: "How is this possible..."
...
VIP stands.
Yu Luomian clenched his fist tightly, his knuckles cracking, his face turning ashen: "Useless! You've completely disgraced the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex!"
He stared intently at the ring, his eyes blazing with fury.
Hu Yanzhen laughed heartily, his rough laughter drawing the attention of the surrounding nobles: "Yu Luomian, your Thunder Academy lost even faster than Shrek Academy, it's hilarious!"
He made no attempt to hide his schadenfreude, even deliberately raising his voice so that more people could hear, "It seems that the so-called number one beast spirit in the world is nothing special after all!"
Ning Fengzhi smiled slightly, his gaze gentle as he looked at the arena: "Chu Xinghe's strength is indeed far beyond that of his peers."
His tone was calm. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has always been good at assessing situations, and Chu Xinghe's potential had already attracted his attention.
Emperor Xueye nodded in satisfaction, a look of approval flashing in his eyes: "The future of the Heavenly Dou Empire is promising."
Salas stared silently at Chu Xinghe's departing figure with a gloomy expression.
A complex mix of emotions surged within him: "Hmph, just Xue Qinghe's dog."
Salas gritted his teeth inwardly, his thoughts growing even deeper. Chu Xinghe's displayed strength was indeed astonishing, but the problem was, even if he joined the Spirit Hall in the future, he would only be on Qian Daoliu's side.
Salas, as Bibi Dong's direct subordinate, has always been at odds with the Thousand Paths faction.
If Chu Xinghe truly grows up, it will be a bad thing for the Papal lineage.
"Brother Yu, why get angry?" Huyan Zhen continued to add fuel to the fire, his face full of mockery. "Victory and defeat are common occurrences in war! But it's rare to lose so decisively, hahaha!"
Yu Luomian snorted coldly, suppressing his anger: "Huyan Zhen, you better pray that Elephant Armor Academy doesn't follow in the footsteps of Thunder Academy later."
Salas listened to their conversation and sneered inwardly, "A bunch of idiots, they don't understand the crux of the matter at all."
His gaze swept over Emperor Xueye and Ning Fengzhi, then returned to the direction where Chu Xinghe had disappeared. "If this kid continues to grow, he might become a variable in His Holiness the Pope's plans..."
Ning Fengzhi seemed to notice Salas's unusual behavior, glanced at him sideways, but did not say anything.
He turned to Emperor Xueye and said gently, "Your Majesty, Chu Xinghe is indeed a child worthy of special attention and cultivation."
Emperor Xueye nodded: "What Sect Leader Ning said is absolutely right."
His gaze was far-reaching, as if he could already see the glorious future of the Heavenly Dou Empire.
As Salas listened to their conversation, his heart grew increasingly gloomy: "It seems I must report to His Holiness the Pope as soon as possible..."
...
Inside the contestant tunnel, the footsteps of the Royal Fighting Team 2 echoed on the stone wall.
Ning Rongrong jogged a few steps to catch up with Chu Xinghe, her face beaming with a smile: "Brother Xinghe, who is our opponent next?"
Chu Xinghe continued walking, his voice calm: "It doesn't matter, the ending is the same."
Footsteps suddenly came from the shadows, and Yu Tianheng slowly stepped out.
His handsome face wore a complex expression, and the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex emblem gleamed faintly in the dim light: "Thank you."
Chu Xinghe then stopped and glanced at him sideways: "No need to thank me, I was just doing what I was supposed to do."
Ning Rongrong blinked, her gaze shifting back and forth between the two of them.
She keenly sensed the subtle atmosphere in the air, but wisely chose to remain silent.
Yu Tianheng's fist clenched and unclenched: "Yu Tianxin... he's never submitted to me. But after today..."
His voice was somewhat hoarse, "No one in the family will question my failure anymore."
Chu Xinghe nodded slightly, without saying anything more.
He turned and continued walking forward, his back as straight as a pine tree.
Ning Rongrong didn't hesitate and immediately followed.
Yu Tianheng stood there, watching the two figures disappear into the distance, and muttered to himself, "Is this the difference between us...?"
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Chapter 132 Tang San's Rogue Fighting Style
Soon, it was Shrek Academy's turn to face off against Elephant Armor Academy.
In the VIP stands, Emperor Xueye turned slightly to the side, his fingertips lightly tapping the armrest: "Sect Leader Ning, in your opinion, what is the outcome of this match?"
Ning Fengzhi's gentle voice carried a thoughtful tone: "Your Majesty, the Elephant Armor Sect's Diamond Mammoth is known as an impregnable fortress, however..."
He paused for a moment, then added, "Shrek Academy is not to be underestimated either; several of their students have quite impressive talents."
Because Ning Rongrong had previously expressed her desire to attend Shrek Academy, Ning Fengzhi had been secretly monitoring Shrek Academy's movements.
This attention actually led him to discover quite a few secrets.
"Oh?" Emperor Xueye raised an eyebrow. "Sect Leader Ning seems to know a lot about this little-known academy?"
Ning Fengzhi smiled without saying a word, his gaze sweeping over the Shrek Academy members who were lining up below.
"Hmph!" Yu Luomian suddenly sneered, glancing sideways at Hu Yanzhen beside him. "Hu Yanzhen, if your Elephant Armor Sect loses to that rural academy, you'll become a laughing stock among the seven major sects."
Hu Yanzhen's deep laughter made the seat tremble slightly, and his thick arm slammed heavily on the armrest: "Old Yu, it's not shameful to lose to Chu Xinghe, but your sourness can be smelled from three streets away."
He deliberately raised his voice so that all the nobles around him could hear him clearly, "Even if we face the Heavenly Battle Royal Academy, our Elephant Armor Academy will never be defeated in ten seconds!"
Yu Luomian's face instantly darkened: "You!"
Xue Qinghe interjected at the opportune moment, "The competition is about to begin, why do you two need to engage in pointless arguments?"
Salas observed coldly: "Sect Leader Huyan, don't speak too confidently. That Tang San is no simple man."
Hu Yanzhen waved his hand dismissively: "Bishop Salas is overthinking it. What kind of trouble can mere Blue Silver Grass cause?"
Yu Luomian seized the opportunity to mock, "What? Sect Leader Huyan is backing down now?"
"Bullshit!" Hu Yanzhen stood up abruptly, his burly figure casting a large shadow. "Today I'll show you what absolute defense really is!"
Xue Qinghe clapped lightly: "Sect Leader Huyan, what a spirit! However..."
He looked meaningfully at the field and said, "The match has already begun."
Everyone's attention was immediately drawn to the scene.
The Shrek Seven Devils had already formed a peculiar formation, while the seven towering giants from Elephant Armor Academy formed an impregnable wall.
The undercurrents in the VIP section temporarily transformed into a breathless silence.
...
On the battle stage, the metal ground trembled dully as the seven members of Elephant Armor Academy made their entrance.
Hu Yanli's body, which was over two meters tall, was like a moving iron tower. After the Diamond Mammoth Martial Soul was attached to him, his entire body surface shone with a rock-like grayish-white luster.
"Remember to spread out and follow the original tactics!" Tang San shouted, and the Eight Spider Lances burst out from behind his clothes.
The six quickly spread out, and Oscar had already prepared the recovery sausages.
The battle erupted with a cry from Huyanli.
Dai Mubai's martial soul was activated, and his third soul ring shone brightly: "White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"
He took a punch from Huyan Li head-on, but was so shocked that he staggered back several steps, his arms going numb.
"Fatty, cover me!" Tang San's eyes flashed with purple light as he activated the Ghost Shadow Step.
Ma Hongjun immediately unleashed a Phoenix Fire Line, which, although unable to break through the defense, successfully disrupted Hu Yanli's vision.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Tang San closed in and used his Eight Spider Spears to target Hu Yanli's rib joint.
"Bang!" Huang Yuan was sent flying by Hu Yanba's brute force, his wolf claws leaving only a few white marks on the diamond panel.
Xiao Wu immediately stepped in, arching her back and wrapping her legs around Hu Yanba's arms in an attempt to turn the tide, but was broken by his brute force and fell heavily to the ground.
Twenty minutes into the battle, Shrek was already in a tough fight.
Tailong's fist was covered in blood, with multiple fractures in his fingers. Dai Mubai's chest was sunken, and he was breathing heavily. Ma Hongjun's soul power was nearly exhausted, and his phoenix flames were weakening.
"Mistress…" Oscar struggled to make more sausages, but was cornered by a member of the Elephant Armor Academy.
Tang San scanned the entire scene, a resolute glint in his eyes.
He swallowed the last flying mushroom sausage, and his body suddenly rose into the air.
"Mu Bai, lead everyone to the sidelines. Leave the rest to me!"
Seeing this, Huyan Li roared angrily, "Trying to run away?"
He leaped up suddenly, his pillar-like right arm sweeping across Tang San in mid-air.
At the critical moment, Tang San suddenly canceled his flight and his body plummeted downwards.
With a push from the ground, the Eight Spider Lances propelled him down from Hu Yanli's crotch like a spring, leaving a wound behind his knee with the poisonous stinger.
For the next thirty minutes, a breathtaking chase unfolded in the ring.
Tang San mastered the Ghost Shadow Step to its fullest extent, combining it with the mobility of the Eight Spider Lances to constantly move around the edge of the arena.
He never fought head-on; with each contact, he would precisely leave a poisoned wound at Huyanli's joints before immediately fleeing.
"Damn rats!" Hu Yanli cursed breathlessly as his diamond-like defenses began to show cracks.
His movements became increasingly sluggish, while Tang San also reached his limit, blood continuously spilling from the corner of his mouth, and his vision began to blur.
At the critical moment, Tang San noticed the opening when Hu Yanli turned around.
He mustered his last bit of soul power and plunged all eight spider spears into the same spot behind the opponent's knee, injecting the poison into Hu Yanli's body.
"Crack!" With the sound of the defense shattering, Huyan Li suddenly knelt down.
"Match over! Shrek Academy wins!"
Tang San staggered, trying to regain his balance, but everything went black and he collapsed.
The last thing we heard was Xiao Wu's tearful cries and the deafening shouts from the audience.
The audience erupted in uproar; this crushing victory made everyone remember the name Shrek Academy.
It turns out that it wasn't that Shrek Academy was too weak, but that Chu Xinghe was too strong.
...
Suddenly, a cracking sound came from the VIP seats, and the armrest in Huyan Zhen's hand turned to dust in his palm.
The sect leader of the Elephant Armor Sect had a terribly gloomy face, with veins bulging on his thick arms. He was filled with disbelief that Elephant Armor Academy had actually lost to Shrek Academy.
"Shrek Academy has such a rogue fighting style!" Yu Luomian clapped his hands and laughed, deliberately raising his voice by eight octaves. "So the Elephant Armor Sect's diamonds are made of paper?"
He turned to look at Huyan Zhen, his eyes full of mockery, "Sect Leader Huyan, the Elephant Armor Sect is truly a disgrace to the seven major sects now."
Hu Yanzhen's chest heaved violently, and his heavy breathing was clearly audible. He stared intently at Hu Yanli, who had fallen on the stage, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.
As the sect leader of the Elephant Armor Sect, he knew better than anyone the defensive power of the Diamond Mammoth Martial Soul, yet he was defeated in such a way by an unknown rural academy.
"Jade Crown!" Huyan Zhen turned his head sharply, his eyes flashing with a fierce light. "Stop gloating here!"
"What?" Yu Luomian calmly straightened his sleeves. "Can't handle losing? Didn't you just say you would never embarrass yourself like our Thunder Academy?"
Emperor Xueye coughed lightly, interrupting the argument between the two at the right time: "Sect Masters, victory and defeat are common occurrences in war."
His gaze swept across the arena. "This Shrek Academy has given us quite a few surprises."
Ning Fengzhi nodded thoughtfully: "That boy named Tang San is indeed not simple."
Salas's face was grim as his gaze swept back and forth between Tang San and Hu Yanzhen. He was secretly calculating how this unexpected defeat would affect the Spirit Hall's plans.
Huyan Zhen snorted heavily and turned away.
Yu Luomian watched his retreating figure, a cold smile curling at the corner of her lips.
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Tang San's key decision
Chapter 133 Tang San's Crucial Choice
Inside the single dormitory room, sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, falling on Tang San's pale face.
Xiao Wu sat on the edge of the bed, a hint of anxiety flashing in her pink eyes.
"Master, when will Third Brother wake up?" she asked softly, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes.
She was thinking to herself that if something happened to this son of a titled Douluo, the backer she had finally found would be gone.
Yu Xiaogang paced back and forth in the cramped dormitory room with his hands behind his back, his brows furrowed.
He glanced at his unconscious disciple, and then recalled his humiliating defeat against Xiangjia Academy earlier that day, and his fists clenched involuntarily.
"I don't know either." His voice was filled with suppressed frustration. "It's so difficult to even beat Elephant Academy..."
He didn't say the rest, but the resentment in his eyes betrayed his thoughts.
How can Tang San prove his theory to the Soul Master world with such a performance?
How can he silence those who question him?
Xiao Wu keenly sensed Yu Xiaogang's agitation, and she gently grasped Tang San's cold hand: "Third Brother will definitely be alright."
Her tone was firm, but she couldn't hide her inner anxiety.
Yu Xiaogang stopped and looked at Tang San deeply. This disciple was the culmination of all his efforts and the practitioner of his theories.
But now, the sense of powerlessness he felt when facing a powerful enemy has made him question his own theories.
But he quickly adjusted his mindset. Ultimately, it was because Tang San was not a genius enough to fully utilize his theories, and he couldn't even catch up with Chu Xinghe.
If Chu Xinghe had been willing to accept his guidance back then, he would definitely have become stronger than he is now.
Tang San, lying on the bed, suddenly coughed violently, and an unnatural flush appeared on his pale face.
His eyelashes trembled a few times, and he finally opened his eyes with difficulty.
"Water…" he said hoarsely.
"Third Brother!" Xiao Wu immediately rushed to the bedside and carefully helped him up.
Her pink eyes were filled with heartache, yet also concealed a hint of barely perceptible anxiety.
Yu Xiaogang strode to the table, poured a glass of warm water, and handed it to him with a furrowed brow: "Drink slowly."
Tang San took the water glass, his fingertips trembling slightly.
He sipped his drink slowly, but his eyes were unfocused and confused; clearly, today's pyrrhic victory had dealt him a heavy blow.
"I want to be alone." Tang San put down his water glass and forced a smile, but it looked worse than crying.
Yu Xiaogang hesitated for a moment, then finally patted him heavily on the shoulder: "You are the backbone of the team, you must pull yourself together."
He turned to look at Xiao Wu, "Let him rest first."
Xiao Wu bit her lip, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes: "But Third Brother..."
"Let's go." Yu Xiaogang's tone was urging.
Xiao Wu reluctantly stood up, and couldn't help but look back one last time as she closed the door.
After her footsteps had completely disappeared, Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Mistress, there are some things I need to tell you." His voice was unusually serious.
Tang San raised his head, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.
"Your father is Tang Hao, the Haotian Douluo, the youngest Title Douluo on the continent," Yu Xiaogang said, emphasizing each word. "And your second martial soul is the Haotian Hammer, the number one weapon martial soul in the world."
"What?" Tang San sat up abruptly, then groaned as his injuries were aggravated.
His fingers gripped the bedsheet tightly, his knuckles turning white: "Teacher, are you saying I'm the son of a Title Douluo?"
In his memory, Tang Hao was a heavy drinker who drank himself into a stupor and was a frustrated, greasy middle-aged man. It was really hard to associate him with the title of Title Douluo.
"The reason I don't let you cultivate the Clear Sky Hammer is because I have a more far-reaching plan." Yu Xiaogang's eyes were burning. "First, cultivate to the title of Title Douluo using Blue Silver Grass, and then add a spirit ring to the Clear Sky Hammer. In this way, the spirit ring of the Clear Sky Hammer will be guaranteed to be at least 50,000 years old."
He paused, his voice tinged with fervor, "It's not impossible that you might even have all 100,000-year spirit rings. With such a luxurious spirit ring configuration, you will definitely become the strongest person on the continent in the future."
Tang San's breathing became rapid, and the confusion in his eyes was gradually replaced by shock.
He opened his mouth, but said nothing.
"Take your time to process this information." Yu Xiaogang stood up, his tone softening. "I believe you will make the right choice."
As he turned to leave, his eyes held an extremely complex expression.
He worried not only whether his disciples could bear the truth, but also that his painstakingly researched theory would be abandoned as a result.
The moment the dormitory door closed, Tang San's carefully constructed facade of calm shattered completely.
His breathing became heavy, his eyes gradually shifted from confusion to anger, and finally settled into a bottomless gloom.
"I see." His voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, each word carrying a suppressed tremor. "I've been deceived for so many years."
His gaze fell on the outstretched palm, where the burning pain from his battle with Hu Yanli still lingered.
The feeling of powerlessness that the Blue Silver Grass had inflicted on the Diamond Mammoth swept over them once again; those supposedly resilient vines were like fragile threads in the face of absolute power.
The image of Chu Xinghe's overwhelming defeat of Thunder Academy repeatedly pierced his nerves like a sharp knife.
"Has the gap become this large?" This is not a question, but a realization tinged with bloodshed.
He suddenly realized that his proud cultivation speed was utterly insignificant in front of that monster.
Yu Xiaogang's theory echoed in his mind: Cultivate Blue Silver Grass to the level of Title Douluo, and add a top-level soul ring to the Clear Sky Hammer.
A perfect plan, a cruel reality.
His Blue Silver Grass was difficult even for the Elephant Armor Academy to handle, let alone against a monster of Chu Xinghe's caliber.
"Title Douluo." Tang San sneered. This goal, which he had once firmly believed in, now seemed so absurd.
The sunlight outside the window was so bright it was irritating, shining on his sweat-dampened back.
He began to re-examine everything.
The father's secret, the teacher's theory, and one's own choices.
A dangerous thought sprouted in my mind, entwining my reason like a poisonous vine.
If he continues down the current path, he will never catch up with that person.
The blinding sunlight streamed through the window, shining directly onto Tang San's outstretched hands.
Slender blue silver grass slowly emerged in his right palm, swaying gently under the influence of his soul power.
Tang San stared at the seemingly fragile plant spirit, a bitter feeling rising in his heart.
He clearly remembered how, during the battle today, those proud blue silver vines were utterly vulnerable in front of the diamond mammoth, easily torn apart like fragile spider silk.
This realization made him feel a tightness in his chest, and an indescribable sense of frustration spread through his heart.
The faint black hammer shadow flickering in his left palm made his heart beat faster uncontrollably.
Each ripple of the hammer's shadow caused a subtle tremor in the surrounding air.
This is the power of the Clear Sky Hammer, the number one weapon spirit in the world; it is the true power left to him by his father.
"If I had focused on the Clear Sky Hammer from the very beginning..." This thought ignited in Tang San's heart like wildfire, and could never be extinguished.
He remembered his father Tang Hao's instructions, telling him to "use the hammer in his left hand to protect the grass in his right."
But at this moment, this instruction made him feel a little irritated.
Chu Xinghe's condescending gaze, the kind of look that seemed to regard him as an ant, stung his pride more than any words.
His left hand suddenly clenched into a fist, the black hammer shadow solidified instantly, and the violent shockwave shattered the water glass on the table.
The crisp cracking sound brought Tang San back to his senses. He looked at the shards scattered on the ground, a resolute glint in his eyes.
"We can't hesitate any longer." Tang San stood up, his pale face regaining its former confidence.
He looked down at the gradually dissipating blue silver grass on his right hand and made a decision in his heart.
Such a useless martial spirit can only ever be a protected object.
What he needs to do is become that powerful figure who stands with a hammer in hand, someone everyone has to look up to.
This decision brought him a long-lost sense of relief, as if he had finally unloaded a heavy burden.
But at the same time, a faint sense of loss welled up deep inside me, as if I were saying goodbye to an important partner.
However, this hesitation was quickly replaced by an even stronger desire.
He wanted power, power enough to crush all opponents, power that would never be looked down upon again.
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Spirit Hall's hidden agent
Chapter 134 The Spirit Hall's Spy
Inside the Dugu Mansion in Tiandou City, Chu Xinghe gently placed a stack of documents on a sandalwood table, the papers making a soft "tap" sound as they touched the tabletop.
"Grandpa, this is a list of Soul Masters that Shi Nian has come into contact with in the last three years." His fingertips tapped on a certain name, a sharp glint in his eyes. "This Feng Xiaotian suffered a qi deviation during his cultivation, which should also be Shi Nian's doing."
Dugu Bo's pupils suddenly contracted, and as he picked up the documents, a sharp gust of wind whistled from his sleeve.
He quickly browsed the list of famous names and suddenly sneered: "What a 'Remnant Dream Martial Soul'! It even dares to touch the outer disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."
"Not only that," Chu Xinghe added, his voice low and calm, "As far as I know, Shi Nian has been secretly working for the Spirit Hall all these years. Those talented spirit masters who refused to be recruited either went mad or died mysteriously."
A cold glint flashed in Dugu Bo's eyes, and his fingers tightened around the edge of the paper: "Hmph, the Spirit Hall's reach is quite extensive."
He looked up at Chu Xinghe, "What's your plan in investigating all this?"
Chu Xinghe's gaze darkened slightly, but his tone remained calm: "I'm afraid he'll attack me. What does Grandpa think we should do with Shi Nian?"
Dugu Bo's lips curled into a cold smile: "The best way to deal with such a treacherous person is to eliminate him directly."
His finger lightly traced several marked names on the list. "These blood debts should be repaid with his life."
Chu Xinghe nodded slightly, but he had already made up his mind.
The Martial Soul of Shi Nian is unpredictable and will threaten him sooner or later if left unchecked.
Rather than passively waiting for the other party to make a move, it's better to strike first.
He recalled his rise in the Heaven Dou Empire over the years, which had long made him a thorn in the side of the Spirit Hall.
Such a hidden pawn might one day receive a mission targeting him.
"Grandpa is right." A hint of murderous intent flashed in Chu Xinghe's eyes, but it disappeared in an instant. "However, Shi Nian's whereabouts are mysterious, and we need a well-thought-out plan."
Dugu Bo snorted coldly: "A mere Soul Saint doesn't deserve our trouble."
He stood up, the aura of the Azure Phosphorous Serpent King faintly visible. "I will take action myself when the opportunity arises."
Chu Xinghe did not respond immediately. He knew Dugu Bo's strength well, but he was even more aware of the danger posed by people like Shi Nian.
The most terrifying aspect of assassins is not their direct combat prowess, but their unpredictable sneak attacks.
He had to ensure that everything went perfectly and that the other side had no chance to retaliate.
"Grandpa's intervention is naturally a sure thing," Chu Xinghe said slowly. "However, Shi Nian is involved with the Spirit Hall, so we need to be clean and efficient, leaving no room for doubt."
Dugu Bo narrowed his eyes, sizing up the young man in front of him.
He suddenly laughed: "You're getting more and more cautious, kid."
Chu Xinghe smiled slightly and did not deny it.
In this dog-eat-dog world, caution is never a weakness.
Especially when facing an enemy like Shi Nian, the slightest carelessness could lead to utter destruction.
He must nip any threat in the bud, not only to protect himself, but also to protect the important people around him.
...
Dugu Bo led Chu Xinghe straight into a side hall of the palace, before the guards could even announce their arrival.
The Emperor was reviewing memorials on a snowy night when his pen paused slightly.
Emperor Xueye asked, "Your Majesty Bilin, what brings you here today?"
Dugu Bo said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, I need to deal with someone, Shi Nian from Canghui Academy."
Emperor Xueye put down his vermilion brush, looked up at the two of them, and lingered on Chu Xinghe for a moment: "Xinghe is here too. You are close to the Soul King realm at the age of fourteen. Your talent is truly amazing."
Chu Xinghe bowed slightly: "Your Majesty flatters me, it was just a minor incident."
"A minor skirmish?" Emperor Xueye chuckled and shook his head. "To be able to crush the entire Thunder Academy team single-handedly is no small matter. If I had half your talent when I was young, the Spirit Hall wouldn't have been so arrogant."
Dugu Bo interrupted at the opportune moment: "Your Majesty, the matter of the year is of utmost urgency."
The Snow Night Emperor's smile faded: "For Shi Nian?"
Chu Xinghe noticed a knowing glint in the emperor's eyes.
Emperor Xueye slowly pulled open a hidden compartment on the table and took out a roll of yellowed parchment: "I knew about what happened five years ago."
The parchment was unfolded by candlelight, densely filled with records of the assassination missions carried out for the Spirit Hall in those years.
Chu Xinghe's gaze sharpened; the first name was none other than a former genius student of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy. He remembered that senior, who was said to have died in an accident while hunting for a spirit ring.
"Over the years, it has been inconvenient for me to take action." Emperor Xueye tapped his fingers lightly on the parchment. "After all, on the surface, we still need to maintain a respectable relationship with the Spirit Hall."
Dugu Bo sneered: "Your Majesty, rest assured, I am best at dealing with poisonous insects and snakes."
"Shi Nian may have recently set his sights on Xinghe," Dugu Bo added. "The Remnant Dream Martial Soul is indeed troublesome."
Emperor Xueye's gaze sharpened: "How dare you plot against the future pillars of my Heavenly Struggle?"
He turned to Chu Xinghe and said, "You did the right thing. When faced with such a threat, you should strike first. I admire your decisiveness."
"Your Majesty flatters me," Chu Xinghe replied calmly. "I simply do not wish to sit idly by and await my doom."
Emperor Xueye picked up his vermilion brush again: "Go, and remember to handle it cleanly."
Chu Xinghe nodded slightly.
He noticed that the last name on the parchment was that of a teacher at Thunder Academy, and the date was just last week.
This seemingly gentle emperor was not as incompetent as he had imagined.
...
Inside the Canghui Academy's headquarters, Shi Nian was hunched over his desk organizing competition materials.
The oil lamp's flame suddenly turned eerily green, illuminating his wrinkled face.
"Who?!" Shi Nian suddenly looked up, his cloudy eyes narrowing sharply.
Dugu Bo's figure emerged from the shadows, and his nine spirit rings lit up one after another. The configuration of the spirit rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black—made the air in the entire room freeze.
"The Remnant Dream Martial Soul?" Dugu Bo's voice was like a venomous snake spitting its tongue. "Let this old man see if your dream can poison a Title Douluo."
Shi Nian's hands trembled slightly, but he forced himself to remain calm and said, "Your Majesty Bilin, what brings you here so late at night?"
"What brings you here?" Dugu Bo sneered. "To take the life of you, you old dog."
Shi Nian suddenly retreated, his Remnant Dream Martial Soul activating instantly, all seven of his soul rings lighting up simultaneously: "Dugu Bo! I am the Vice Dean of Canghui Academy, you..."
"Enough with the nonsense." Dugu Bo waved his sleeve, and a turquoise poisonous mist instantly filled the entire room.
The students in the next dormitory were awakened by a short, sharp scream.
"Was that the vice dean's voice just now?" a student asked, trembling.
"Mind your own business!" another student said in a low voice. "Didn't you feel that terrifying fluctuation of soul power?"
When the trainees nervously gathered in front of Shi Nian's room, the door was wide open and the room was empty.
Only a pool of emerald green venom remained on the floor, hissing and corroding the wooden floorboards, emitting a pungent odor.
"The vice dean..."
"Shut up!" The older student's face turned deathly pale. "We didn't see or hear anything tonight, understand?"
At the same time, there was a knock on the door of the dean of Canghui Academy.
"who?"
"A secret envoy from the Heavenly Dou Royal Family." A cold voice came from outside the door. "By order of His Majesty, I have come to deliver a file."
The dean trembled as he took the file, which detailed the assassination missions Shi Nian had carried out for the Spirit Hall over the years: a genius student from the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, an outer disciple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, a teacher from the Thunder Academy...
Each one is accompanied by solid evidence.
The dean murmured, "This...this is impossible..."
"His Majesty instructed me to convey to you," the envoy said coldly, "that tonight's events be treated as if they never happened."
That night, the Canghui Academy team quietly packed their bags and left Tiandou City.
The city guards watched their hasty departure and tacitly chose to remain silent.
In the team, a young trainee couldn't help but ask, "Why are we leaving tonight? The competition isn't over yet..."
"Shut up if you want to live!" the teacher in charge shouted sternly. "From today onwards, no one is allowed to mention Vice Dean Shi Nian's matter again!"
Under the moonlight, the carriages of Canghui Academy gradually drove away and soon disappeared into the night.
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The soul bones of the years, the reincarnation of dreams
Chapter 135 The Soul Bones of Shi Nian, Dream Reincarnation
In the back garden of the Dugu Mansion, the skull of Shi Nian gleamed with a hazy glow under the moonlight.
Dugu Bo casually tossed the soul bone to Chu Xinghe, and the soul bone drew a beautiful arc in the air.
"Kid, this head bone is of good quality. Do you want to absorb it?" Dugu Bo asked, stroking his beard.
Chu Xinghe caught the soul bone steadily and examined it carefully for a moment: "The quality is indeed excellent, but..."
He turned to look at Zhu Zhuqing, who was standing quietly to the side, and said, "Zhuqing, this soul bone is just right for you. With mental control combined with your speed, it can greatly enhance your combat power."
Zhu Zhuqing was slightly taken aback, a flicker of emotion flashing in her cool eyes: "This is too precious, it should be given to someone who needs it more."
"Bang!" Dugu Yan suddenly slammed her teacup down on the stone table, her emerald eyes narrowing dangerously: "Have some people forgotten that there are still people here who don't even have a single soul bone?"
The atmosphere froze instantly.
Zhu Zhuqing immediately stepped forward with the soul bone in her hands and respectfully handed it to Dugu Yan: "Sister Yan is right, this soul bone should be given to you."
Dugu Yan suddenly reached out and pinched Zhu Zhuqing's cheek, then burst out laughing: "Silly girl, I was just teasing you."
She let go of his hand and instead poked Chu Xinghe's chest. "I'm reminding some heartless guy that he should step up his efforts and find me a soul bone too."
Chu Xinghe touched his nose and smiled wryly: "Yes, yes, it's my fault. I'll definitely find a better one for Yan'er next time."
Ye Lingling stood to the side, watching Chu Xinghe's embarrassed appearance, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up.
She said softly, "Sister Yan, please don't make things difficult for Xinghe. He has been working very hard lately."
Dugu Bo looked at the group of young people and shook his head helplessly: "It's so good to be young."
He turned to Zhu Zhuqing, "Now that you've made up your mind, Zhuqing, you should hurry up and absorb it. Xinghe is right, this soul bone is indeed very suitable for you."
Holding the soul bone, Zhu Zhuqing's eyes shone with determination: "Thank you everyone. I will definitely make good use of this soul bone and live up to your expectations."
Dugu Yan waved her hand, her tone returning to its usual cheerfulness: "Alright, alright, hurry up and absorb it. Once you become stronger, our team's strength will also increase. Then we'll have Xinghe lead us to hunt for even better soul bones!"
Chu Xinghe immediately raised his hands in surrender: "Yes, my lady. I will definitely get a suitable soul bone for each of you next time."
Under the moonlight, the laughter of the group echoed in the garden, and even the usually aloof Zhu Zhuqing showed a faint smile.
...
Inside the cultivation room, Zhu Zhuqing sat cross-legged, the soul bone floating in front of her forehead emitting a mesmerizing light.
Dugu Bo stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes fixed intently on the fusion process.
"Zhu Qing, concentrate." Chu Xinghe stood to the side, his voice steady. "Distraction is the worst thing you can do when your soul bones are fused."
Zhu Zhuqing's tightly closed eyes trembled slightly, and fine beads of sweat slid down her cheeks: "I know."
Her voice remained cool and clear, yet it carried a hint of tension.
Dugu Yan leaned against the wall, her emerald eyes gleaming with worry: "This girl is always so strong-willed, she doesn't even utter a sound."
Ye Lingling gently grasped Dugu Yan's hand: "Trust her."
Suddenly, the soul bone burst forth with a blinding light and instantly entered Zhu Zhuqing's brow.
The entire training room fell silent.
When Zhu Zhuqing opened her eyes again, it seemed as if a thousand stars were flowing in the depths of her pupils, so deep that it was breathtaking.
"It worked?" Chu Xinghe was the first to break the silence.
Zhu Zhuqing slowly stood up and nodded gently, saying, "It's a success. The soul skill brought by the soul bone is called 'Dream Reincarnation'."
Her voice echoed strangely, "It can make the target relive the most painful memories repeatedly."
Dugu Yan gasped, half-jokingly saying, "Oh no, oh no, I can't afford to offend you anymore."
"Sister Yan Yan is joking." The starlight in Zhu Zhuqing's eyes gradually subsided, but a deeper meaning appeared in her coldness. "For those with weak mental strength, this soul skill can directly destroy their will."
Dugu Bo nodded in satisfaction: "Not bad, this soul skill suits your fighting style very well. One strike to kill, leaving no room for retreat."
"Isn't that too cruel?" Dugu Yan pouted. "But... I like it."
She suddenly leaned closer to Zhu Zhuqing, "Let me see what you've got in the next combat training?"
Chu Xinghe coughed lightly: "Sister Yan Yan, stop fooling around. New soul skills need time to adapt to."
"Okay, okay." Dugu Yan waved her hand, turned to Ye Lingling and winked, "Look at him, he's always so serious at times like this."
Ye Lingling smiled slightly, pursing her lips: "Xinghe is doing this for everyone's good."
Zhu Zhuqing looked at the noisy crowd, a barely perceptible smile playing on her cold lips: "I will master this soul skill as soon as possible."
She looked at Chu Xinghe, "I won't let everyone down."
Chu Xinghe met her gaze and nodded solemnly: "I believe you."
Dugu Bo clapped his hands to interrupt everyone: "Alright, let Zhu Qing rest. The fusion of the soul bones has taken a lot of energy."
As she walked out of the cultivation room, Dugu Yan suddenly turned back and said, "Zhu Qing, come to my room tonight. I've prepared a medicinal bath for you."
Zhu Zhuqing paused slightly, a ripple appearing in her cold eyes: "Thank you, Sister Yanyan."
...
Inside the council hall of the Spirit Temple in Heaven Dou City, Salas listened to his subordinate's report with a gloomy expression, and suddenly crushed the crystal glass in his hand.
"Useless! All of you are useless!" Salas's voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, and the veins on his forehead bulged. "Shi Nian, that good-for-nothing, can't even handle this little thing!"
The platinum bishop's attendant, standing to the side, bowed his head, his back already soaked with cold sweat: "My lord, according to intelligence, Shi Nian was personally dealt with by Dugu Bo."
"Of course I know!" Salas slammed his hand on the table, scattering the files across it. "I just assigned him to deal with Chu Xinghe, and the very next day Dugu Bo showed up at our door! This is clearly a slap in the face to our Spirit Hall!"
His fingers tapped the table unconsciously, the rhythm quickening.
As the Platinum Bishop of the Spirit Hall, he understood better than anyone what this meant.
The Heavenly Dou Empire has already noticed their actions and may even have solid evidence.
"My lord, shall we consult His Holiness the Pope?" the attendant suggested cautiously.
Salas's expression grew even darker: "Ask for instructions? What's the use of asking now?"
He paced back and forth restlessly. "Without His Holiness the Pope's order, we cannot act rashly at all."
He suddenly stopped, a ruthless glint in his eyes: "Dugu Bo, what a Poison Douluo. This is a warning to us."
The attendant hesitated for a moment: "What about Chu Xinghe..."
"I can't move for now." Salas squeezed out these words through gritted teeth. "For me, a mere Soul Douluo, to make a move under Dugu Bo's nose would be suicide."
He walked to the window, staring intently in the direction of the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy, his anger almost tangible: "Let that little beast be smug for a while longer. Once His Holiness the Pope's order arrives..."
Salas did not continue speaking, but the attendant understood his meaning and couldn't help but shudder.
"Pass down the order." Salas suddenly turned around, his voice icy cold. "All operations against the Heavenly Dou Empire are suspended. Everyone, stay put and do as you please. No one is allowed to act on their own!"
"Yes!" The attendant bowed and quickly withdrew.
Inside the council chamber, Salas stood alone by the window, his facial muscles twitching uncontrollably.
He recalled the task assigned by Pope Bibidon, the news of Shi Nian's tragic death, and Chu Xinghe's repulsive face.
"Chu Xinghe…" he murmured the name, each word like a curse crawling out of hell, "We'll see."
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